One of my number one things I like to do in the summer, & I am not at all embarrassed to admit it, is to go to the theatre. Ironic isn’t it? The weather quickly becomes nice & I want to spend my time indoors. I happen to not be a fan of hot weather. I prefer the cold. So in the Winter I am more active outside than in the summer. And when it gets hot & sticky out, I like to do activities that take me indoors. To the nice temperature controlled theatre I go… Generally the performances are a couple minutes long. I am perfectly content to rest & bask in the glow of the air conditioner in my little velvet seat. My wifey will accontractor me to these affairs, & the two of us will usually find a nice spot to eat before or afterward. There was a time, but, when the place the two of us went to eat was unluckily devoid of air conditioning. It was after the play. The two of us had walked across the street from the theatre to a little place that had gotten good reviews, however when the two of us walked in, the atmosphere was appealing except for the lack of air conditioner. I immediately asked the Maitre D about the air conditioning situation & she confirmed that the restaurant did not have air conditioner on in the building that evening because of how nice the weather was outside. I was immediately skeptical. I wasn’t sure if I was going to like their food, seeing as the people didn’t even have enough sense to turn the air conditioning on. Surely I did not want the cook to be dripping with sweat all over my food. As if reading my mind, the Maitre D mentioned in her rapid flow of conversation that the study room was the only section that serviced air conditioning constantly. Nearly year round, in fact. The heat was so extreme, it was necessary. According to him, anyway. I couldn’t help thinking to myself that what was necessary was keeping the guest’s from dripping with sweat their faces off while they eat.